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(Pt. 1: The Outbreak Intro)
This is the outbreak mixtape, SO GREAT!
Springsteen, Spirit in the Night, fingers in my cake!
Contaminated, ‘bout to have an incident on 57th
Supply chain in your face while the ’06 be revvin’
Don’t come between a man and his meal, that shit is real
It’s getting desperate and desperation is not the feel
It’s like going into debt to buy royal purple and amethyst
Like so-called Christian patriots doxxing Black women activists
Doxxing Black women activists ‘cause Black women be fighting this
System that’s gaslighting them, shit-stem that always lied to them.
This is the outbreak mixtape, SO GREAT!
Springsteen, Spirit in the Night, fingers in my cake!
Contaminated, ‘bout to have an incident on 57th
Supply chain I’ll beat you with while the ’06 be revvin’
Don’t come between a man and his meal, that shit is real
It’s getting desperate and desperation is not the feel
It’s like going into debt to buy royal purple and amethyst
Like so-called Christian patriots doxxing Black women activists
Doxxing Black women activists ‘cause Black women be fighting this
System that’s gaslighting them, shit-stem that always lied to them
(Pt. 2: Soldier Scholars)
Smith Foxe, the reincarnation of a legion of soldier-scholars
Dualistically stellar like solar Castor and solar Pollux
Or the Hero Twins, tag-teaming the legend heroines
Seeding scores of demigods, intellectuals, and Bedouins
The matrix of mythic-religious confusion is viscous
While I spit associations and wind dissertations up to throw like discus
Or boomerangs, the science advances and retracts,
It’s elastic as fuck thanks to the tangled web of corrupt redacts
The balance of progress and regression
Is achieved through aggression by professions who can’t shake obsessions
Then academics influencing thought, plus organic through lessons
Emotion association enhances memory with strong impressions
And basic motherfuckers can’t learn shit without that
But when enabled, they’re proud of their ignorance, they tout that.
But that’s who I grew up with, but no one else was stepping up
to differentiate, and so I set myself apart
It helped that they never showed me the love, so I stopped trying to fuck with that type
The status quo was always overhyped
That was my default state and so I played against type
Because my mind was sharper than the knife I used to almost take my own life.
At 14; I put it away but I still think back
The pain and dysfunction crippled me emotionally, holding me back
But now I’m never holding the crack, instead, I’m bold in the track
I say what the fuck I feel, even if it’s older and wack.
I got the gold in the sack, like Java programs and money,
I’m holding the full stack, like Goldman and Sachs
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This is for the youth with parents who are struggling
From the top-down edicts by misguided leaders who are bugging
But look intently at the sky, you might see God
Or another Space-X shuttle trying to escape in broad
Daylight, round of applause, leave the ground for a higher cause
Sonic booms be the sound of reaching for the stars
Atomic booms all around us, teaching us the scars
Dystopian dreams abounding, screaming up at Mars
Meanwhile, we recognize the universe in each others’ eyes
It’s deep enough to anesthetize the perversity in each others’ lies
I’ll overlook your bullshit if you see past mine
We work together, one movement, we’ll get to cloud nine
Out only true opps own the means of production and the
All of the true cops who are bent on our destruction
We don’t want the whole pie, just enough to build a competitive
Economic structure like a gold mine
But is it possible to extract value without exploiting the desperate
We pay attention to the metrics of human investment
I’m not the first with the idea, nor will be the last
We’re patient down here at ground zero, we move together out the past.
This is for the kids who are trapped inside the perception of those who hate them
While back inside the trappings of home, they’re family degrade them
See, I wrote love on my forearm at 14-age
I teased the ink inside me outward with four steel blades
Alone.
I’ve had vivid dreams, smacked in the face
Every stepfather I ever had, put him in his place
Told him how I resented how he treated me and my moms,
Now get the fuck up out my face before I touch my knife to your arms
“But Smith Foxe, you’re such a pussy, how could you pull this off?”
Lights off. My name is Smith.
They call me Smith Foxe, Smith Foxe, Smith Foxe, Smith Foxe,
Smith Foxe, Smith Foxe, Smith Foxe, Smith Foxe
I got a lot of shit to say, blocks of bars on edited,
committing verbal manslaughter, first degree murder, "premedited" [sic]
I mean like with premeditation, premeditated, I'm throwing out
unfettered energy flow like free meditation,
this transcendental work goes deeper than transient dental work,
inspires bars more bizarre than that Manson mental jerk,
I rhyme weird, but your cipher still looks like a circle jerk,
while if I had one, it would be like Stonehenge, put in that worky-work
We all have a spirit of God and a demon inside us
waiting for the taste of provocation like a heathen in silence
void that holds potential for sanctification and violence
psychosomatic proxy for the autonomy that's denied us
love … withheld from those who need it the most
shove … it down in the machine until I smell that burnt toast
or until I leave and I purge it from coast to coast
leaving broken hearts and lives in my wake until I’m ghost
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Salem LotDwellers
01:21
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Another day in the life of a fighter took down and risen
they mispronounced my name and ban me to baste prison
they tore into my flesh and found me longer than reason
because they tore into my story, found me guilty of treason,
these motherfuckers came with wicked and cruel intentions
and framed us for their crimes and put our face to their transgressions
because their system got them hooked up with blood money and pensions
while they threw the destitute in dungeons for water boarding sessions
they know a revolution’s over the horizon
so they publish propaganda that we are terrorists and sympathizers
They('re) pushing product, got us mixing up our enemies
We are confused and gaslit and pushed out like Leah Remini
We got bullied one time too many
So then the propaganda machine will have their smear campaign ready
but we've got to be the ones with backup waiting in the wings
anticipate reprisal because our defenses sting
they've got endless corporate media scratch to match
but we've got a proletariat network ready to dispatch
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We’re going to blow the spot melancholically
Low frequency quantum chemistry, stoichiometry
The balancing act of negativity and acidic velocity
Oh, now we onto physics, what is this? Artistic “agnostity”!
Know nothing of the stars in the upstate night sky of ScheNOCtody
The modern-day nocturne in x-minor, the key structures a mystery
Like the history of why there is no notes above G#
Be sharp and see the reasons why I steady keep my E sharp
Enharmonically F’ed, when I fail to establish the clef
Musical palette is def when I see flatly the fabulous chef
The dissonance that brings order to all the chaos
Got you flies going helical, but can’t really see you like Kate moss
My rhymes carry weight like people on cake boss
And so the opposite of declining sovereignty of state laws
Cause freedom it self no one agrees on the meaning
So they divide us and plant doubt inside us while our rights they keep stealing
I’ve got this rap shit locked down—Kate Brown
I’m bringing this to every country, region, state, town
Welcome to the end of the world, just set a spell
And listen to these bars deeper than grown-up Jessica’s well
Come to the water’s edge, gather and let’s hum
To the tune of unity, we letting the song come
Two bars at a time, bust couplets you can vibe to
In two cars at a time, bust something you can ride to
The placation of blue collar labor who got vacation needs
The bourgeoise trickles down mere droplets so we can “hail to thee”
End the propaganda that divides the working class again
We are the currency, invest in ourselves, vested ’til the end
Of the atomic clock full duration plus the Mayan calendar of
Human inhabitance on Earth and in the cosmos of
The things, the collection of the rings and of the fingers of the
Galaxies, the millions of milky starlight wavelength melody sings the
World is ending or just beginning, swirl free,
Spiral transverse as these words transcend, transverse worlds
When the left-hook-lesson comes it won’t be chorus-y
I’m a rap-smith, Smith Foxe, and a Wesson, more Smiths than Morrissey
Contorted reason order your thought disorder like Thorazine
The horde of demons boarded the lord of heathens, quartered the scene
Four corners seen the distorted beams of ornament queens
Sordid dreams afforded to fiends for the glorious streams
Chemical trails, opiate epidemical fails,
Copious rails, crazy train to lazy brain, open the hails
Communicate or ruminate, as long as you illuminate
You’re proven hate is proven late and engineered like Steven Slate
The even plate spin when you retrieve it from the active crate
Just like the scene commits to tape with action and you snap the slate
I’m about to hit the streets and pound the pavement, these motherfuckers faithless
These motherfuckers faceless, their accusations baseless
They accusations tasteless, Corona got their taste sense
And can’t smell the death of 3rd order existence: 8th sense
When string eleven ‘bout to give birth to a 12th, right?
A whole other dimension—Tarantino writes Twelfth Night
You got that chrome the flatten my dome? You cats lion
I got mine from my apartment in London, call it my flat iron
My stack giant, I stack tires all the way up to your black eyes
From the react twice because you stack lies
Affecting the overall negative charge you’re a cat-ion
The screams at the event horizon sound cradle of filth—cats dying
That’s that astro-physic-chemical connection and you missed it
Science took you from cationic to catatonic, simplistic
Never too basic or acidic, just a little caustic
Rocking cars like Ocasec, or Hasidic Matisyahu, but toxic
I wake up in the morning on a steady diet of old freestyles on the
Wake Up Show, because I can’t wake up slow
Then you got candy-rappers thinking they could make up flow
But you’ve got to have the music in your heart laced up with soul.
Wait.
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Seventeen years since my last confession
But seventeen tears since my last concession
Seventeen fears gassed up as obsessions
Seventeen peers masked up as reflections
But they don’t recognize that they reflect the autocrat inside
They don’t get the lies that spark internal thought tyrannicide
Get inside, violate my mental equilibrium
Upset the tide, desecrate my metaphysic lithium
Death of balance, now I’m sent into a tailspin.
The net of rescue that you sent me is rail thin.
A male djin comes to me and whispers to me secrets
And makes a dim trail of light and exits to the recess
I keep it all inside until I purge it from my deepest
And stream-of-consciousness it to the conscience of extremists.
These are the economics of collective thought and energy
Susceptible to alcohol perception from the Hennessy.
Now are my verses making perfect sense?
Or are they obfuscated by the serpent’s heads?
I speculate that I’m the Chris Cornell of hip-hop.
The Bixler-Zavala of rap, obscurely yours, Smith Foxe.
That first verse ... was bullshat
It was code for ... I don’t know that
.... Moving toward the light at a breakneck
... velocity, fast as light space jet
I can’t carry references like Sissy Spacek
I also can’t marry actresses if I misplace checks
What the fuck is up with my cerebral cortex?
Consciousness is here and gone like an FM-eeral vortex. I said ephemeral
Lipstick it up a notch like an effeminate Emeril
Then hentai it up like a freaky anime general.
We’ll get animated like a tentacle porn genital
But it’s mental so we disseminate constructive viewpoints that’s seminal
::gasp:: rest, take a breath, let it out
Is this another test? When in doubt, sweat it out.
And Everything I’ve wanted for my whole life is right in front of me.
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Church sound boy in the booth with the slide chick
Jesus was my homeboy (boyfriend) but this my side chick
Throwing in subversive words in place of the worship
Pastor didn’t notice cause the songs ain’t worth shit
Pastor didn’t hear the booth door went slide click
Right before the music kicked off with the fly kick
Right before the simple bassline and the sidestick
Right before the lights went low on the light strip
She say she wanna handle all of my business
While the music got their hands up, the magic got her in it
She say she wanna taste me to the last drop
I say I want to taste her till the last drop
She text me
"She’ll sex me"
The lust tastes so lovely
The lights and the music and the build up kind of nervous
Simultaneous release that’s is church service
I just wanna have it off
I just wanna have it off
I just wanna have it off
I just wanna have it off
Only if you want it, though
Only if you want it, though
Only if you want it, though
Only if you want it, though
Skin so soft and the fragrance so rich
And your rhythm so confident, I’m staring at your lips
And the way that your hips move the space that’s surrounding
Movements so fluid it’s so natural and astounding
Face of an angel and that booty like the devil
only cause of temptation, But I keep my head level
Because I’m more like Neville, never Harry or Ron Weasley
Wanna hear your depth of knowledge cause your energy just seized me
We are making conversation and you’re making nerdy references
And music your religion and you mention what your mission is
Let’s write a song together listen how we harmonize
Grand piano duet and I’m taken by those almond eyes
Grand piano duet
Energy go through it
We moving in closer cuz the music moved us to it
Find ourselves enraptured in the moment, rhythm got us
Moving in the same space, same pace, till morning
I just wanna have it off
I just wanna have it off
I just wanna have it off
I just wanna have it off
Only if you want it, though
Only if you want it, though
Only if you want it, though
Only if you want it, though
Pussy so wet wanna drink from the fountain
Pussy so wet wanna slide into the fountain
Glide from the south up north to the mountains
I bring this offering because your temple is astounding
Pussy so wet wanna drink from the fountain
Pussy so wet wanna slide into the fountain
Glide from the south up north to the mountains
I bring this offering because your temple is astounding
I just wanna have it off
I just wanna have it off
I just wanna have it off
I just wanna have it off
Only if you want it, though
Only if you want it, though
Only if you want it, though
Only if you want it, though
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Rhapsody In Gray Minor
02:58
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Sig Sauer at my chest for six hours that’s the test
Patient, wait you out for hours ’til they take you out with flowers
Big flowers with them thorns touching you, tearing through
Your skin veil making your scarlet rose petals gushing…
Rhapsody in gray minor, exposing the truth with metaphors like Kevin Spacey fucking with gay minors
Not one of the usual suspects made at the lineup
But MJ in the ground and Cos' behind bars, Weinstein was tied up
And Texas aristocracy had Sampson blind(ed) up and locked up
New hair slowly locked up as they gather just to watch him fried up
Talking to God one last chance so he can divine up
Then he tore out the straps and electrodes fuck their whole shrine up
I know that don’t make sense yet, but it will be an intense get
The prison’s a temple where our elites worship their self-proclaimed righteousness,
A shrine to their high position and xenophobic lack of respect, for cultures that they wrecked
Plus ecosystems, they’ll spark in Ice Age that will turn Liberia into Siberia
And in millennia start again in New Iberia
Or Kings Landing but bowls-of-brown will be New dinosaur Birria
Westerosi Pelosi oversee poverty more stagnant than Lake Superior
And hella fatherlessness like all the sand in Syria. Look, someone’s hearing ya
Through the Grapevine or the sprawling vines of the wistaria
In hi-fi stereo like Def Leppard’s hysteria
Sig Sauer at my chest for six hours that’s the test
Patient, wait you out for hours ’til they take you out with flowers
Big flowers with them thorns touching you, tearing through
Your skin veil making your scarlet rose petals gushing
Do not meddle in the affairs of vengeance
Prisons or ghettos will request your presence
2200, take a trip to 22 gunning
22, take a trip from 22 stunting to 22 nothing
At 22, I was nothing but a hopeless romantic
So scared of being any less than perfect I was hopelessly frantic
But that part of me died when I tried to drown in the Atlantic
I no longer care about that I’m now hopelessly pedantic
Chasing the devil by focusing on the details
Embracing the rebels because they support the females
And bullies screaming “unity” because they’re being called out
I used to not be sure with some, but now they going all out
Trying to endure with some, and now it’s just a fallout
Cancel no one if they understand, otherwise, y’all out.
Morning light sparkle from the shattered edge glass cracks
Annoyed by barking from the home-installed glass packs
Characters change but that human nature stays the same
We try to breed out or lead out the basic-ness but it plays the game
Chasing the devil in the details, ignore the habit
Embracing The rebels, send you to the bottom of the lower Willamette
We’re the condemned nebulas of stars that never loved us
Generational trauma, progress is not above us
or rather it’s not beyond us, they try to keep us fighting
The schism they keep inciting, the game should really bond us
Cause the fire we light ablaze, I love how it lights your face
And the solemn moments when we memorialize the days when
We shared connection with those deceased and disappeared we
Lift our voices and sing, maybe they’ll hear it.
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It’s chaotically hurting me, fraught with uncertainty
Like DMX on the edge of the eternity
Like RBX, Dr. Dre, Nas, and B-Real and
KRS unified hip-hop to be steel
Who got next? edify the culture, rip sets like
LOX in the ring versus Dipset
Team Diplomats, team Lox, all hip hop
All love, all tough swagger, no Kid Rock
Remember the times of 1200s and rhymes
And Chuck D was the oracle of the turbulent times
And white kids was feeling it, stopped fucking with Motley Crüe
Started rocking with Native Tongues, Flavor Unit, and Marley, too
Parents was not about it, felt threatened ‘cause it was darker
Thought it would tear families apart like [name redacted]
Taking their kids away, psychological home invasion
They thought it was culture war, but really just education.
My name is Smith Foxe, I rocks the Smith-hawks
I rocks the hip box while y’all still Rick-box
My name is Smith Foxe, still fucks with hip hop
Still ... still.
My name is Smith Foxe, we dodge the prick cops
We might just rip cops until the shit stops
We sing fuck the cops because this is hip-hop still ... still.
Going extra apeshit with style like Bey and Jay
Going extra in while y’all fade off the E & J
Fuck it, I don’t need a beat, my voice will activate the space
Lookit! I’m about to set the fire, evacuate the place
Me and Skye going to the dealership
Free Beamer long as nobody on that squealer shit
Beekeeper letting loose the swarm on the viewership
The sweetest honey residue and a rash of stings while we’re stealing shit
Visualizations of violence, Miley Cyrus the virus,
Con Air the musical, using comorbid wrecking ball silence
Hannah Montana, anaphylactic, shockingly spastic
Añejo, pop star w/ Trejo, runaway plane dynamic
Dynamic microphone, signal transduction zone
Suck it up, bounce it back, to the reflection zone
DMT, the mirror that you see your reflections on
Broke the exterior shell, and now your protection’s gone.
Mental dissection’s goin’, mental infection gone
My introspection, long, my astral sex is on
Reaching out for real love before the connection gone
And trying to bring the wisdom back before insurrection on!
My name is Smith Foxe, I rocks the Smith-hawks
I rocks the hip box while y’all still Rick-box
My name is Smith Foxe, still fucks with hip hop
Still ... still.
My name is Smith Foxe unite at Smith rock
Ignite the hilltops, and flip the flip top
The world be lit hot cuz this is hip hop still ... still.
I come hard academic like me mate from Gunchester at Hofstra
Spark a resistance currently dividing the power like Ohm’s Law
My stats are all over the place like the Mariners
But what matters is the message that I bring like the carriers
Some rappers on that shit that’s got no teeth
And think that they’re killing it, but the people ain’t feeling it, like South Dakota on Juneteenth
But find a way to keep it unique
If I could David Lynch it off the top, and follow Mulholland Drive up to two peaks
I meant twin, but maybe I could win
Despite the stupid fucking business degree to which I’m locked in
It’s meaningless, like sex with your heart out but your crotch in
Expensive mistake like the Olympic bomber in Boston (you had the wrong man)
The similes I could get lost in
Throw in some ketamine and get tossed in, don’t even think about what it’s costing
I got this pain in my head that just won’t go away
It makes my eyes twitch, the pressure switch because I’m a stowaway
I’m mile high now and I think I’ve got the bends
Because last night I went down deep into my girlfriends
Yes plural, you’re-a not comprehending like I’m talking about the rural juror, yeah, 30 rock references unending
My belly’s fat so my ghetto mating call’s louder than hell
Like if Kenison played Tracy Jordan, but my kinda loud wont sell
My dresser is my suitcase and I live in hotels
Because I’m rocking shows on street corners from Stayton up to Hopewell
And nowhere in between or beyond
Can’t even rock the spot the chronically ignored be on
So I got my work cut out for me, if I wanna be a superstar like Molly Shannon
Gotta survive the disrespect from my peers like Nick Cannon
I’ll rock my weird-ass rhymes until the lights go out, bringing
Every ounce of heat and I might go out swinging
Till I dial it down real light with nickel bag purchases
I am real white so I guess I gotta bring Nickelback references
So I don’t know if it’s worth saving me, I’m on the ledge of the 18th story looking at a photograph, it’s how you remind me that my rockstardom was all made up
I had to fit it all in one bar so I can get it the fuck out of the way
And keep it missing y’all until another day
My sense of humor so thin like a skeleton Jimmy Fallon
I got love for the culture tho my melanin really challenged
You got it wrong like pronouncing chipotle “chipoltee”
And you were long forgotten by hour 48 like Nick Nolte
Probably cause ALD accelerate Lorenzo‘s dementia
But the next generation knows not because they’ll forget you In Absentia
Like Joe Biden forgot the refugee kids in cages
And Donald Trump forgot the history written in pages
Republicans and Democrats ignored wisdom of sages
And weaponized the seed of distrust and made it contagious
I’ll Leave you like Christians on Sunday morning diners, no tip
no perspective on this era like Imenhotep
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PeniLoFir/Real Litty
03:28
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(Pt. 1: PeniLoFir)
I stand up for the jokers and the closeted ropers
Like Norman Fell, and that’s a reference so dated it’s like when the
Normans fell.
So welcome to Stormin’ Norman’s hell, gay conscientious objectors and the grown-up children who desert storm left with no protectors
And who protect us from economic Hannibal Lecters?
From the human animal sector, ectoplasmic electors
A.K.A. slime balls and wild cards and nine balls
and pine moss you scrape off the pine bark they reside on
We got lied on, but fuck it, got life to live so slide on
And slide away like Oasis sang a million refrains in rhyme form
Who rhyme from the heart? Time to line up the arc
Watch the line up get lined up and fire up the spark
We fire up the dark, we line up the marks
Til we eye up and tie up and knife up the narcs
It took a shiny blade just for you to close ya mouth
Mista chatterbox is outta fucks to give, now goin south
I hate the violence, Id rather choose silence
But my fam comes before the order of the ruling nihilists
(Pt. 2: Real Litty)
I take a piss so I can drain all this negative energy out of me
Then I weigh myself to see if I measure up to reality
I give at least two fucks because it’s so good it bears repeating, repeating
Like Juliana Theory hear me and you got that feeling
Hyundai sonata music, bump this in your JVC
Because even through shitty speakers you’ll feel what this needs to be
I drink IPAs because I’m hipster as fuck
Five years after the lazy irony clock ran out but now I’m stuck
In the past like conservative megalomaniacs
And white Portland rappers copyin G-funk and trap and rapping bout 20 sacks
… Yeah I said it
And if you don’t think it’s about you, it’s probably not so just forget it
I used to make trap beats before they knew trap beats
And west coast boom-clap beats add classic boom-bap beats
As a kid I lacked beats, I wrote my rhymes in the backseat
while riding through the back streets, no iPad apps to stack beats
Just my voice and imagination and a Casio keyboard
With a cheap mic on the speaker feeding into a tape: record!
No money to justify coppin a multitrack
so I tracked my voice on the second tape over first tape track
Like Conor Oberst if Commander Venus was cassette tape rap
Low-key mischievous magic that would make Professor Snape snap
Hogwarts references slither in through the escape hatch
Don’t get real shitty because this is real litty, take that
Like a raven when it swoops to claw the worm from out the haystack
And Hufflepuffs right through the door with the Griffin so he could taste that
That’s the shit I come up with in sinsemilla Leviosa
Nonsensical visions of Aston Martin Testarossas
Me and wifey, east coast trip, iced tea from Wawa
And Sheetz nachos then my wifey morphs to Lady Gaga
Hanging with Mr. Cooper giving birth to nebulas
Lighting up the night sky so brilliant and it’s fuckin fabulous!
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I give four whole fucks
My power will be complete when I find four horcrux
Tone Loc’s steel jaw, Bushwick Bill’s glass eye
Common’s heart and Immortal Technique's mind
Combine all the pieces together to make the perfect MC
Combine like Voltron, leave your cipher completely empty
Like the Olympic Carrier destroyed on the wrong day
But I yelled like Kara Thrace, “we're going the wrong way!!!”
and threatened the paranoid presidential stand-in, brandishing my loaded weapon, round was kept in the chamber and I aimed for the head.
Politics are acidic, trust eroded and pitted
Against bias and emotions inside us that hid it.
My name is Smith Foxe, I’m from the intersection of Heaven and Hell
I’m annihilating nihilists like it’s the third quarter quell
Because I’m hungry and I know that you’re hungry too
But fuck playing hunger games, they feed us all fish food
They got us at each other’s throats, fighting over sneakers and coats and deepfake digital bank notes
While they crank boats and offer us nothing but stank floats
But in the end we will be the ones who sank boats
To the bottom of the seas while you struggle to make out Ursa Minor and your chest crushed from the ocean’s knees
You used to dream about feeling the ocean’s breeze
Now your flesh got a burn from the thermal updraft from Satan’s sneeze
Fuck the five finger discount, here’s five flavors of funk
Got five flavors of rhythm, five fingers to hit ‘em
Five seconds left, five seconds of breath
If I could fucking freestyle, I’d kill the five fingers of death
This coming off the top because I remembered it. I wrote it
If you don’t like my process, then you can licky-down my scrot-it
Tell you what I want. It don’t matter, just don’t bite it up
Could freestyle? I still write it and fucking light it up
I’ll never be soda pop commercial, I’ll never sprite it up
Last name Foxy, first name smite-it-up
Not here for an argument on if ketchup or Wendy’s frosty a better condiment
I smoke french fries get holy wisdom like Solomon
And I sees ... that the great MCs populate the realm
Mainstream and underground, enough fire to overwhelm
I’d love to see collaborations with Drake and Chino or ...
Ooh, what about Tyler and Immortal Technique? Spacetime would rift
In a schism like Public Enemy and Professor Griff
Damn, this la make me see clearly like Jimmy Cliff
I see these visions, they come to me in like any Spliff
Throw ideas that melts in your mouth, not in your hand like Ken Kaniff
Hey yo, I can’t wait to be fucking rich
Elevate family to levels they never dreamed
Generate affluence ancestry never seen
Create a legacy: greatness forever gleam
I pay my in-laws’ mortgages down to zero
hundred percent equity, hundred percent debt paid-in-full
Like after Yeshua hunted in Gethsemane
That same Jesus my dad prays to to heal cancer in his kidney
I can’t wait to be fucking rich
So I can afford to get my dad cancer treatments that’s effective
Then maybe he can live long enough to see my daughter get strong enough
To build her own empire that’s connected
Go ahead and flip the switch, we’re shining in the darkness
We’re loving both sides like we were (was) Captain Jack Harkness
Go ahead and flip the switch, my family’s gonna shine with the lights out
We got that safe space for you to rest up when it’s ice out
I can’t wait to be rich so I can make my contribution
Generational wealth, so far from familiar destitution
Disseminate tenets of love and revolution, you know this
Concepts that hijacked the attention of SCOTUS
The type of shit that get you called out by POTUS
We’re gonna start a thought pandemic the potency of 500 coronas
going viral like Tina Fey’s epic eye roll
The seed of revolution, then the outward spiral
In the beginning it’s pure and clean, but intellectually shallow
Like my shitty rap lyrics I wrote when I was 13
And when I turned that age, I was like “fuck 12!”
Me and my people creeping on you in a fucking Prius
Shadow black with the matte wrap so you don’t fucking see us
I used to want a big truck and a Harley to inflate my pee-nus
My friends and I went to gun shows and said, “AR-15 US!”
The pain and trauma got me running back to isolation
Running back to face my own face in the mirror basin
Trying to find innocence like Bucky Barnes or Carter Baizen
Before the Soviet Winter Soldier Calibration
The duality between friend and enemy
It’s so hard to find neutrality between, so send the Ketamine
Or Psilocybin, I need to kill the ego, someone said I’m mean.
Someone said I’m mean.
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Smith Foxe Salem, Oregon
Smith Foxe is a multi-talented musician, singer-songwriter, and producer hailing from the Pacific Northwest. With a background in hip-hop, metal, funk, and rock, his creative impulse is never settled, and his unique sound is hard to miss.
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